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Apr 8, 2012


The answers Bailey Flanigan once longed and prayed for are finally becoming clear. In Loving, the fourth and final book in the Bailey Flanigan Series by New York Times bestselling author Karen Kingsbury, Bailey is planning a wedding and making decisions that will shape her future. Bailey enjoys the beginning of her new career and time spent with Brandon while Cody faithfully coaches his team on and off the field. Will she spend her life with Brandon Paul in Los Angeles, or will her heart draw her back to Bloomington, Indiana and Cody Coleman, her first love? Bailey has learned much and grown over the years, but the greatest challenges, the richest joys, and the deepest heartaches are still to come. Featuring members from Karen Kingsbury’s popular Baxter family, Loving completes Bailey and Cody’s story — the finale thousands of fans have been waiting for.

Apr 8, 2012

About the author

Karen Kingsbury, #1 New York Times bestselling novelist, is America’s favorite inspirational storyteller, with more than twenty-five million copies of her award-winning books in print. Her last dozen titles have topped bestseller lists and many of her novels are under development as major motion pictures. Her Baxter Family books were developed into a TV series. Karen is also an adjunct professor of writing at Liberty University. She and her husband, Donald, live in Tennessee near their children and grandchildren.

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BRANDON PAUL COULD ALMOST SMELL THE MONTANA AIR. IN A month or so he would fly to Butte to film his next movie, two hours out of the city, and lately that was all he could think about. Leaving Los Angeles and clearing his head. Especially since Bailey planned to join him for some of it. But for now thoughts of his April movie shoot outside Butte would have to wait. He stepped into the glass elevator at West Mark Studios and rode it to the twenty-sixth floor — the top of the Century City Plaza building, just outside of Hollywood, California.

Where every day saw the biggest deals in Hollywood go down.

He tugged on his canvas messenger bag, aware of its contents — two copies of the red-lined copy of the West Mark contract and a letter from his attorney. As he did, he caught his reflection on the elevator wall and noticed the slump in his posture. If Brandon had seen a mountain growing on his shoulders he wouldn’t have been surprised. The contract carried that much weight. And today’s meeting would only make the burden greater.

A deep sigh rattled from his lungs as he stepped off the elevator and faced the double glass doors at the end of the gold-carpeted hallway. The team at West Mark was expecting that this week or next they would ink their biggest contract ever. A seven-picture deal with Brandon Paul. The announcement, the red carpet event, the after-party — all of it was in the works.

The only detail they’d overlooked was this: Brandon’s personal attorney— Luke Baxter.

Brandon opened the heavy door and approached the front desk. The woman taking calls and messages blushed the sort of red usually reserved for apples. She had been midsip into a cup of coffee, and now she coughed a few times and wiped her mouth. Brandon smiled, hoping to put her at ease. Hi. Jack Randall is expecting me.

The woman was maybe in her midthirties, blonde with a spray tan. The sort of hopeful actress-still-waiting-for-her-break look that came a dime a dozen in Hollywood. Yes, Mr. Paul, right away. I’ll let him know you’re here.

Whether it was the influence of Bailey Flanigan or his growing faith, Brandon wasn’t sure, but more often lately he was struck by the reaction people had around him. Sure he had filmed a lot of movies. But he’d been born into an average family in a suburban neighborhood. If he’d wound up driving a bus at the airport, no one would clamor for his attention or want his autograph. There would be no blushing at his arrival. So why were movies different?

Brandon leaned against the nearest wall. What’s your name?

Mary. The blonde coughed again. Sorry. Swallowed wrong. She uttered a nervous laugh. Didn’t expect … She shook her head, clearly trying to get a grip. Sorry. You’re on the calendar. It’s just … yeah. Never mind.

Hey. He held his hand out and shook hers. I’m Brandon. Now we’re friends, okay?

The woman visibly exhaled and settled back into her chair. Okay. She laughed again. Thanks. I’m new. Everyone says you’re like this. So normal.

Good. He grinned at her. I like that. ‘Normal’ is a compliment.

Wasn’t that what Bailey wanted most? Plain old normal. It was what she’d told him the last time they walked along the beach. That when she looked ahead she wasn’t always sure what she wanted to do or where she wanted to live, but she knew this much: she wanted a normal life. The ability to come and go without wondering whether a posse of paparazzi was lurking in the bushes.

That kind of normal.

Behind her desk, Mary made a few quick calls to alert Jack Randall and his team that Brandon had arrived. As she did, Brandon felt his phone vibrate and he pulled it discreetly from his jeans pocket. A text from Bailey.

Hey, I’m at NTM Studios … Can’t believe how much I want this part now — thanks to you! Hope all the weird meetings before this amount to nothing. Getting ready to head inside. Pray for me! ILY

Brandon smiled and read the text again and shot a quick answer back. You’ll be amazing. Everything will work out. ILY2

NTM was where he’d gotten his start starring in half a dozen movies for teens. In the last few years, NTM had produced movies with more drama, more conflict. Unlocked — the movie he and Bailey had starred in together — had been one of those. Now Bailey had been cast as the lead in a film about a young teacher who convinces her gang-member students to care for each other. Her production meeting was set to take place at the same time as his.

She’d had a few strange meetings with the producer of the film, but even so her time today figured to be a whole lot more positive than his.

One of Jack’s assistants strode down the back hallway and into sight.

Mr. Paul, Mary smiled at him. The quietly knowing look in her eyes said she didn’t need to feel star struck around him any longer. Mr. Randall is ready for you.

Brandon winked at her as he walked past. Then he followed the assistant to the back boardroom — where he’d met with the West Mark team a number of times before. Always to discuss the same thing: the pending contract. As they reached the boardroom, Brandon saw he was the last one to the party. His agent, Sid Chandler, and Stephen Chase, his manager, sat together at one end of the table. There had been a time when the two of them were a little at odds, even though they both headed up his team. Power struggle maybe. But since getting word of the big West Mark contract, the two seemed like old college roommates.

Across from them sat Jack Randall; his assistant, Chin Li Hong — a forty-something expert with a doctorate in contracts; two guys from the studio’s legal department; and at least four interns, including the suit who’d escorted Brandon to the meeting. A meeting Brandon had requested.

He filled his lungs. Thirty minutes from now they’d all be furious with him. Gentlemen. He nodded at the men and then at Jack’s assistant. Miss Hong. He gave a more familiar smile to Chandler and Chase. Thanks for meeting.

Yes. Jack allowed an uncomfortable chuckle. We’ve invested quite a bit in this contract, and of course, in the announcement of the details. He shrugged and looked at the others around the table. Anytime our top star calls a meeting, we’ll find time.

A round of mumbled agreements followed. All eyes were on him.

Brandon cleared his throat. Thanks. I appreciate that. He pulled his bag up onto his lap and removed a file from inside. No matter how he started, there was no easy way around what he was going to say. I hired a private attorney … Luke Baxter. He worked to keep his tone light. He’s worked with Dayne Matthews and several other actors.

Dayne’s brother, isn’t that right? Jack laced his fingers together and leaned on his forearms. His eyes pierced Brandon’s and he didn’t wait for an answer. Was that on counsel from your agent? Your manager? Jack cast a shadowy look at both men.

No, Randall. Chandler was the first to cut in. Neither of us asked Brandon to get another opinion. He smiled with dizzy abandon, like someone about to make fifteen percent of an eight-figure deal. The contract … well, it’s perfect.

Thank you. Jack seemed content to settle in on that for a few beats. After a long moment he looked back at Brandon. Go on.

Brandon resisted the urge to wipe his brow. He might be sweating, but he couldn’t show it. The meeting was bound to be tough, but the tension in the room now was palpable. Not the usual showering of compliments and grandiose statements from the studio brass. This time they were irritated and in a hurry. As if whatever his reason for the meeting, he better hurry and get on with it.

Brandon found another level of resolve. He stared at the file, opened it, then handed a copy of the red-lined contract to Jack. The other one he set on the desk in front of him. Luke found some items of concern.

Attorneys handled red-lining differently. Luke Baxter was old school. The thirty-page document was literally marked with red on at least half the pages. Randall took it slowly, the way he might take the report card from a failing son or daughter. He thumbed through a few pages and then allowed a quiet laugh — one without even the slightest hint of humor. He held the contract up and looked at the others again. When his eyes met Brandon’s his laughter faded. Are you kidding me? He flipped the document to Chin Li. Look at this.

Excuse me. It was Brandon’s manager. His face seemed to have lost most of its blood supply. He reached out to Brandon. May I see a copy?

Uh … we’d like copies also, one of the West Mark attorneys spoke for both of them. At almost the same time Chin Li handed her copy to an assistant. Make a stack of them.

The assistant took the document and hurried out of the room. Brandon imagined Chandler and Chase were probably quietly trying to grasp this new reality: the fact that Brandon had called a meeting to discuss findings by his private attorney and the reality that the hired gun had used a red pen to shred the studio’s best offer ever. Either way, Brandon was up for the fight. He was protecting himself, and in the process he was protecting someone that mattered more than he did.

Bailey Flanigan.

Brandon. Chin Li’s tone suggested she might’ve made a wonderful kindergarten teacher. Maybe you don’t understand the scope of the contract. She shot a disdaining glance at his agent and manager. This is the best deal West Mark has ever offered any actor.

I realize that. Brandon sat back in his chair and kept his voice pleasant. But I’ve said the same thing since the idea of the contract first came up. He looked at Jack Randall again. I want creative control, or I can’t do it.

Creative control. Jack matched Brandon’s posture, easing back and even linking his hands behind his head. The picture of cool confidence. Explain ‘creative control.’ I mean, I thought we were very careful to include that.

His attorney, Luke, had told him what to say, and now Brandon didn’t hesitate. The wording in the contract allows for my input, Jack. But not for my final say. If a project compromises my faith or my reputation or my relationships, I can’t kill it. I can only comment. He felt his voice rising, and he worked to keep control. I appreciate the chance to have an opinion. But that’s not enough.

Seems like a lot of red ink for that simple change. Brandon’s agent gave a nervous, high-pitched chuckle. He drummed his fingers on the walnut table. Probably something we can fix this afternoon. I mean, if we all take a look at it.

I don’t know. Brandon angled his head. He could still hear Luke Baxter’s advice. A dozen pages have a line or clause giving the studio power to make final decisions regarding the seven movies. He flipped through the copy in front of him. That explains all the ink.

Jack Randall’s expression went suddenly flat and his eyes turned a sort of slate gray. Look, Brandon … if that’s where you’re at, we’re going to have to rethink this whole deal.

Now wait. Brandon’s manager started to stand and then stopped himself. Brandon doesn’t want a delay in the contract process. His eyes shot lasers at Brandon. Isn’t that right?

The assistant was back and copies were handed to everyone at the table. After a moment, Brandon spoke up, Actually … He was undaunted by the intensity in the room, the pressure aimed at him. Jack’s right. Let’s take four months and sort through it. Luke wants a final look, but he’ll be busy for the next few months. I have a movie to shoot in Montana. Four months gives us time to reschedule the announcement. He shrugged, his calm otherworldly. West Mark’s legal guys can go through it more than once, make the changes. He looked at the lawyers. Four months enough time, guys? We can announce this around the first of August?

Their faces fell and they hesitated, the way attorneys often hesitate. As if any wrong word or nuance could result in a lawsuit. Jack didn’t wait for them to rebound. Four months sounds about right. This was personal for the studio executive now. Everyone in the room knew four months was far longer than they needed. But in light of the situation, Jack wasn’t about to roll over. He wanted to give the impression that the studio wasn’t desperate, that they could even walk away from the contract if Brandon wasn’t careful.

Actually, Jack waved his hand around in front of him, maybe we take six months. We’ll let you know. He checked his watch and pushed back from the table. Chin Li, you’ll cancel plans for the announcement, the red carpet, all of it. We’ll give legal plenty of time to think over the contract. We’ll need a team meeting before we consider rescheduling.

Yes, sir. Chin Li cast a sad, disappointed look at Brandon. I’m very sorry you feel this way, Brandon.

It’s fine. Jack stood and waved his hands at the rest of them. Meeting’s over, guys. We’ll revisit this behind closed doors and aim for an announcement four months or so from now.

Across from him, Brandon’s agent and manager looked furious with him, torn between releasing a verbal tirade and quitting on the spot. Jack Randall walked around the table and held his hand out to Brandon. I will say this. West Mark still wants to be your studio. Let’s see if we can figure it all out.

I look forward to it. Thank you, sir. Brandon realized Jack was trying to make him feel like he had lost something here. But Brandon didn’t see it that way. He was drawing from every bit of his self-restraint not to start a personal celebration right here in the boardroom. He had bought himself four months and the studio’s agreement to deal with the red ink covering the current contract. It was the greatest victory in the negotiations so far.

As the West Mark executive team made their way out, Brandon’s manager, Chase, asked if they could stay a little longer and use the meeting room. Chin Li caught a look of indifference from Jack Randall as he left the room, and she tossed them a cool smile. That’s fine. We don’t need the room for another hour. A big client coming in. She shot critical eyes at Brandon. Studios have movies to make. So if you could watch the time.

We will. Again, Brandon got it. There were other actors, other deals to be made. If Brandon waited four months then just maybe the deal would disappear or be cut in half. Anything could happen. That was fine. No matter how great the deal, there would be others. Besides, West Mark Studios wasn’t going away that easily. Despite his obvious frustration, Jack Randall had made that clear.

Chin Li shut the door behind her a little too hard. In the silence that followed, Brandon looked at his agent and manager and reached for a kindness he didn’t feel. Look … I’m sorry you didn’t know about this.

No immediate response came from his team. The three of them sat down and Chase was the first to speak. He was in his late fifties, a veteran in the business. His tone remained even despite the white knuckles on his clenched fists. You could’ve told us before the meeting.

I haven’t had it long. Brandon put the file back in his bag and set the bag on the floor. I’ll forward you the email from Luke Baxter tomorrow morning.

"Yeah, well, I would’ve preferred to see it this morning. Chase gave a shake of his head. You realize they could pull the offer."

They won’t. Brandon felt like they’d switched roles, like he was the one in charge, calm and cool. Four months will be good. I’ll be in Montana for half of it.

Both men were quiet, staring at their hands. What could they say? Brandon had already made up his mind. They’d have to live with the fallout.

Chandler spoke with a softer voice. The contract would’ve been a nice sendoff to Butte.

I can see that. Brandon didn’t fault them for wanting a signed deal. They made their living signing deals. And this one would’ve been the pinnacle of both their careers. He crossed his arms. The time away will be good. I mean … guys, it’s a great contract. I get that.

Chase jabbed his pointer finger at the air in front of him. Best contract. Not just a great contract, Brandon. Best one West Mark’s ever put on the table.

I believe it’s the best any studio’s put on any table. Chandler’s tone remained understated. For what it’s worth.

The conversation wasn’t going anywhere. Brandon breathed in slowly and all he could see were the pine trees of Montana. Maybe Bailey could spend more than a few weeks there, work on the book she’d been talking about writing lately. The time away from LA would be good for both of them. Otherwise he’d fly home each weekend. Listen. He looked from Chase to Chandler. You guys are on my side. I know that. He smiled. Trust me. I’ll get creative control, and then we’ll throw the biggest party this town has ever seen. He paused. Okay?

Fine. Chase sighed like he had two people standing on his chest. I’ll call you in a few days.

I’ll talk to Randall. Chandler stood first and gathered his things. Calm him down.

He’ll be fine. Brandon rose to his feet. He wondered how Bailey’s meeting at NTM was going. Four months is nothing in this business.

Neither of them could argue with that. Brandon shared a cursory couple of hugs with his team. They left West Mark’s executive offices and rode the elevator down together in mostly silence. But as Brandon went his own way out of the building and walked to his waiting ride, his steps felt lighter, the air a little sweeter.

Like he was already with Bailey in Montana.


THE FIRST HOUR OF THE PRODUCTION MEETING INVOLVED little more than small talk, but the longer Bailey sat at the oversize picnic table on the back lot of NTM Studios, the more uncomfortable she felt. They gathered on a grassy knoll overlooking the set where half a dozen recent movies had been filmed, but Bailey didn’t feel excited about any of it. She was homesick and hot and unsure of her commitment to the movie. On top of that the sun had shifted since they first came outside, and despite the trees around them Bailey could feel her forehead getting burned.

At the meeting was producer Mel Kamp, his assistant, the director — a woman Brandon had worked with twice before — and Bailey’s two young teenage costars.

… Which is why, when I pull a cast together, I expect teamwork. Mel had been droning on for some time. He struggled with charisma, and the past hour was proof. Teamwork creates synergy and chemistry. We become unbreakable and believable.

In front of the producer sat a stack of scripts — the latest rewrite. A more compelling version, apparently, because he’d already mentioned the fact countless times, both today and at earlier meetings. But either he was afraid of what they’d think or he had no sense of time, because he hadn’t made a single move to pass them out.

Bailey shifted and took stock of her costars. They’d both been in previous NTM films, and now they would play two of the toughest gang members in what would be Bailey’s inner-city classroom. From the beginning, she hadn’t been given a full draft of the script, since a rewrite was in progress. But she’d been given the sections that involved her character and she loved what she’d seen. The story was inspired by true events out of Miami and as far as Bailey knew, she would play an idealistic new teacher who believed in compassion and prayer and helping kids care about each other. But not until one of her students is killed in a drive-by shooting does the class begin to turn around.

But at each meeting lately, though Bailey pressed for more information, none was given to her. Not only that, but at the last four meetings, Mel Kamp had said things that concerned Bailey. Even now he was talking about pushing the envelope.

Finding art sometimes means trying new things, venturing into places other people wouldn’t go. He drummed his fingers on the stack of scripts.

Bailey squinted at the man through her sunglasses. What was he trying to say? Why this sense of impending doom? Like God was trying to warn her about something. Whatever was coming, the new script made her uncomfortable.

Finally Mel slowly, almost reverently, began passing out the scripts. Anyway … here you go. His phone sat on the other side of the stack, and as he gave out the last one he checked the time. I’ve kept you long enough. He smiled and slapped his palms on the table for emphasis. Take the scripts home. Give them a read and drop me an email. His look said he was absolutely confident they would like the revisions. Feedback is important. Garners teamwork.

He stood and checked something else on his phone. We’ll shoot this in New Mexico, the way it looks now. Great tax incentives. You’ll have a production schedule well before that.

Her costars stood and thanked the producer, and Bailey did the same. But the two of them looked beyond bored as the trio headed through the back of the building to the parking lot. One of the guys smiled as he rolled his eyes. There’s two hours we can’t get back, huh?

Exactly. She tried to return his smile, but it fell flat. I hope the script’s more interesting.

For sure. The other guy looked confident. They used a team of writers. Some of the best.

The writers specialize in award-winning films. The first one tucked his copy under his arm and opened the door for the group. It’ll be amazing. I guarantee it.

I hope so. When they reached the parking lot, Bailey waved. See you soon.

The taller of the guys returned the wave. Tell Brandon we said hey.

I will. Bailey liked the guys. They both dated NTM actresses and had known Brandon for several years. She hoped maybe she and Brandon could hang out with them and their girlfriends during the shoot, if Brandon’s schedule allowed for it. Maybe even before the movie while they were all still here in Los Angeles. Other than Katy and Dayne Matthews, there were no other couples Brandon and Bailey hung out with. She didn’t know much about the guys, but they seemed nice. Maybe they’d become lifelong friends.

That would help LA feel more like home.

Bailey walked to the car — she was using Katy’s Navigator today. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she headed south to Will Rogers Beach, closer to Santa Monica. At this early hour on a Thursday, the beach would be deserted.

Along the drive she turned on her radio as an old Newsong hit came on, When God Made You. Bailey felt yesterday rush in like air through the open window of the SUV. She’d been, what, maybe eighteen or nineteen when she first heard the song? And all she could think about then was Cody, how they’d play this song at their wedding someday.

Bailey smiled at the memory. She’d been so young, just a kid, a high school girl who saw Cody Coleman as bigger than life.

She fixed her eyes on the winding turns that made up Pacific Coast Highway, turned up the volume, and sang along. Her voice stayed soft, the memory of the song as much a part of the past as any photo or letter. She loved the lyrics — how they spoke of God’s hand in finding true love and the promise of forever. Bailey had never shared the song with Cody. She’d found it when he was little more than a secret crush, and by the time they finally admitted their feelings for each other, they ran out of time before it came up.

Where Cody was concerned there was never enough time.

Tears filled Bailey’s eyes and she blinked so she could focus on the road. She could still see herself cleaning her room while the song played from her iPod speakers, still feel what it felt to believe he was the one, to believe God had created Cody for her.

She dabbed at her cheek and let the ocean air dry her face. The tears surprised her, because she didn’t love Cody that way anymore, the way she thought she did back then. She knew that now. He was more of a big brother to her, someone she looked up to. The same way she’d been only that for him. But still, she missed those days. Missed the way he’d always been around back then. He made her feel safe and protected and the fact that he adored her family was part of it too. How could it not be?

The two of them hadn’t talked since Bloomington, when they took a walk around Lake Monroe a few days after Cody’s girlfriend, Cheyenne, died from her brief battle with cancer. He was finishing up the semester teaching at Lyle High School an hour outside of Indianapolis, but then what? Bailey had Brandon now. But since God hadn’t made her and Cody for each other, who would Cody find? And without meaning to, Bailey slipped into a silent prayer for her old dear friend.

That God would comfort him in his season of loss, and that in time He would give to Cody what He had so clearly given to Bailey.

A love that had been created for him since the beginning of time.

ALL NIGHT THE CLOCK ON ANDI ELLISON’S COMPUTER seemed to be racing in double-time until finally a few minutes ago she submitted the online test for her business marketing class. She leaned back in her chair and for the first time in two hours she felt herself relax. More than that, she felt great about herself. She was doing something she had doubted she’d ever do: Finishing school.

Despite her rebellious choices back at Indiana University and her wrong relationship with a guy she barely knew. Even after getting pregnant and giving her baby up for adoption to Luke and Reagan Baxter, when the enemy of her soul wanted her to believe her life was tarnished forever, God had done the unthinkable.

He had breathed fresh hope into her soul.

She was taking small parts in Christian films and working as an assistant to her producer father. But now she was also tackling online courses, working to finish her marketing degree. Something she wasn’t sure she’d ever do again.

The reality made her feel wonderful, even if it didn’t quite take the edge off her loneliness.

She moved her mouse to the Safari browser and opened Facebook. Her life involved very little social interaction, and for a long time Andi could feel God working in the silence: the nine months when she carried her firstborn son, the year of moving to Los Angeles with her family and finding her way back to the heart of God; and now the busyness with acting and working. All of it had left Andi with few chances to meet people.

Her Facebook newsfeed popped up, and she scanned a few status updates from acquaintances she’d met on a handful of sets. But her time with the cast and crew was always too brief to establish real friendships. Whether with guys or girls. Her only real and true friend was Bailey Flanigan. The two of them talked a few times a week, and they planned to see each other more often now that Bailey lived in Los Angeles. But with LA traffic there was still more than an hour’s drive between them.

Andi scrolled down the list and stopped cold the way she always did when his face appeared. And like every time, Andi could feel her eyes meet his through the window of the computer screen. She could remember his voice and feel his arms around her the few times they shared a hug. She could see into his soul the way she always could.

The soul of Cody Coleman.

For the longest time Andi hated herself for having any sort of feelings for Cody because he belonged to Bailey. Always and only Bailey. But all that had changed in the last year or so, as Bailey clearly had moved on. Still, her admiration of Cody Coleman wasn’t something she shared with anyone — not even Bailey. It was a dream, a figment of her imagination. Something she refused to even entertain except for moments like this. When his face was there before her. Cody in his Lyle High coaching shirt and his hat — the one with the ‘W’ on it. Bailey had told her Cody wore it in honor of his friend Art. The hat was from the University of Washington, a school that had recruited Art for its football program. Art chose the Army instead, and when he lost his life on the battlefield, Cody took possession of the hat.

Because that’s the sort of guy Cody had always been. Loyal and caring to the depths of his being.

A sigh eased itself up from the unsure places of Andi’s heart. Cody had suffered a lot lately. His Facebook posts had been erratic, but Bailey had mentioned that Cody’s girlfriend had died of cancer. Maybe that’s why Andi found herself thinking about him these days. Because she hated the thought of Cody hurting.

Andi read his status a couple times, mainly because soaking in the words he’d written allowed her for those few seconds to hear his voice again. The post read, Headed to Liberty University with DeMetri, getting him ready for college. Crazy how fast life goes.

Yes. Andi agreed with that. Even when she thought she’d live forever in the dark shadows she’d created over her life, time moved on. No season — good or bad — lasted forever. All of which made her wish for the sort of loving Bailey had found with Brandon. For a guy who might think the world of her and understand about her past and feel dizzy at the thought of walking alongside through her tomorrows.

Andi drew a slow breath and closed out of Facebook. For a long time she closed her eyes and remembered back. When she first returned to her family and her faith — after she avoided aborting her unborn baby — she had been reading the Bible when a single story changed everything about the way she thought, everything about the way she would love God from that point forward.

It was the story of the rich young ruler.

In the story, a guy who had lived a fairly good life came to Jesus and asked what more he needed to do to have eternal life. Jesus, knowing the guy, looked straight into his soul and told him to sell everything he owned and give the proceeds to the poor. The man went away sad because he

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  • (3/5)

    First and foremost, I have to say that I absolutely adore Karen Kingsbury and I have been reading her books for years. As I'm getting ready to start a family, and as I myself am an aspiring Christian writer, Karen has shown me through her writing the standards that I desire to raise my family in. She is incredibly inspiring and I truly look up to her as a Christian woman, writer, wife, and parent.

    I, like many others, have grown with the Baxters and Flanigans since the beginning. And I, like many others, went through the series hoping for a happily ever after for Bailey and Cody. When I went to purchase this book for my kindle, I was still believing that there was going to be some miracle of a turnaround for Bailey and Cody and everything was going to be "okay." But as I got to the Amazon page and saw that there were over 100 people that rated this book as 1 star, my heart sank. No. It couldn't be. Bailey and Cody HAD to find a way! ...right????

    I began to scroll down and read the reviews. This wasn't going to end the way I had hope it would all these years. I actually debated whether or not I should even purchase it because I was so upset about it. But, I couldn't do that to Karen. She had her reasons, and I was going to show my support either way.

    Normally, I read through a Karen Kingsbury book in a day. A day and a half at most. Knowing how this was going to end, it seriously took me over a month to get through this book. I would lay my kindle down on my lap, look at my husband in desperation and say, "this isn't how it's supposed to be! I just don't know if I can finish it!" Yes, I am one of those that feel like these are real people.

    I'm glad that I knew the ending beforehand, because although it took time, eventually I started becoming more accepting of the fact that Bailey was going to choose Brandon. And because Karen decided to minimize the character of Cody and maximize the character of Brandon, it became more bearable.

    The thing is, with everything Cody had gone through between almost losing his life overseas, losing Cheyenne, and even losing Bailey for a would think he would've had some epiphany that life was too short, keep those you love close....fight for them and never let go, especially Bailey. He wouldn't just shrug his shoulders and move on with his life...that's not the Cody Coleman we all knew! Andi was a bit random, but even making her and Brandon a couple would've made more sense.

    I'm still really torn about this the end of it I was able to like the character of Brandon a lot more, but if I didn't know she was going to pick him the whole time, I probably would've been a lot more devastated.

    I give three stars because I still think that Karen wrote within the same context we all love her for: Faith, Family, and Love. However, I think the storyline throughout the Bailey Flanigan series started off strong, but slowly became weaker as Karen was trying to decide which direction to take Bailey. I feel like it became too much like a repeat of Katy and Dayne's story. Although it worked for them...and although I know you don't always end up with your first love, I think Bailey Flanigan and Cody Coleman could have easily had a successful "first love" story that could've been one of the sweetest of them all.
  • (5/5)
    As always, Karen Kingsbury writes another story that captures your heart. This was the last book in the Bailey Flannigan Series and although all through this series I wasn't sure if she would be able to pull out a happily ever after ending for Bailey that would make me happy, I must say I was very satisfied with the way she ended this series.There are challenges, joys and heartaches for Bailey as she seeks to make the right decisions for her life. There was passion, but it was with purity. Brandon Paul is a guy who loves Bailey the way any parent would want their daughter to be loved. But there are obstacles that stand in the way of this love. Cody and Bailey still have issues they need to come to terms with and there was alot of closure to the end of the series, but also alot of beginnings for various people from this series.One of the things I appreciate the most about Karen Kingsbury's books is the solid testimony her characters give of the way the Lord can and will work in the lifes of people who put their trust in Him and keep Him first in their lifes. The solid convictions that Bailey and others in the book held to and the way the Lord worked all things out for His glory and their best was just refreshing to read about. Are there reall challenges and struggles a believer will experience in their lifes? You bet! But He always proves Himself faithful. I am always encouraged after reading a Karen Kingsbury book and highly recommend this Baily Flanigan Series!Paperback: 352 pages Publisher: Zondervan (March 27, 2012) Language: English ISBN-10: 0310276357 ISBN-13: 978-0310276357
  • (4/5)
    I HV not read it yet but I am desperate to read it
  • (4/5)
    The final installment in the Bailey Flanagan series, with an ending that meets everyone's expectations. For some reason this particular book seemed a little bit "preachy" to me compared to Karen Kingsbury's other books - but I enjoyed it immensely and look forward to buying a copy for my daughter.